An Xiaxia had a feeling that, well… he was angry again.
"Sheng Yize, this is not right. I know you don't see eye to eye with him, but you can't lash out at his fans…" An Xiaxia protested timidly — she was innocent!
"You incorrigible fool!" Sheng Yize gave her forehead a flick, then put a hand into his pocket. "I'm off. I don't talk to foolish fangirls."
"Tch, I'm off, too." An Xiaxia curled her lips and trailed behind him as they went back to the classroom.
The last class of the day was a self-study session and everyone was busy with their own matters.
The class teacher walked in, gave the door a knock, and smiled affectionately. "Anyone wants to help me carry some things out of the dean's office?"
A few boys raised their hands enthusiastically. Since he had nothing better to do, He Jiayu went as well.
Seeing He Jiayu go out, Su Xiaomo threw her hand in the air. "Me, me, me! Take me!"
